Hers was only to obey her Daddy. I climbed up and straddled her face with my ass right over her sweet mouth. “Lick me,” I ordered, and I sat there...enjoying her laving my hole. I began to arrange the weights such that they helped to spread her tender lips. I gave her a little warm-up swat with the crop, right on her little cunny. I could feel her pause briefly at the first smack. I gave her another, a little harder. I wanted her sweet pussy lips swollen, just for the effect. I continued, harder. I could see one hand gently moved little up to tough her belt. Later he tried to touch her panties. I was shocked that my stupid wife was still not realising that people where feeling her ass and she was still busy narrating some story. I knew my wife always wear low waist pants which revealed her butt crack when she sit on my bike, on the other side I also knew they wanted to penetrate their fingers deep inside her panties to feel her assets. Am sure they wanted their finger’s to follow her. She came in a bit upset and asked what was I doing. I angrily said “Come downstairs and we will talk,” and stormed out.A few minutes later she was dressed and came down to the kitchen where I was sitting and she took a firm posture and said “What’s wrong with you? Why are you acting so weird?”I said, “Why the shower,” and then I held out the cigarettes and said, “I found these but I couldn’t find your panties, who has them.”There was a long pause. She sat down, looking at the table and not me,. I was paying more attention to why our defense was not stopping the run up the middle but I did hear Miss Baker mention Judge Slocum's name more than once, making me wonder if it was the Judge's idea for her to befriend me.My attention was divided between the game and Miss Baker, but there was something else interfering with my concentration. Every so often I heard Becky's voice above the crowd. Her high-pitched plea was familiar, very similar to her cries for help at the pond that day in July.